"If it makes you feel any better, just know that while I was changing, that old lady barged in on me," Akira said, trying to break the awkward silence that had settled over the group.
Seeing the girls' faint smiles, he added, "I almost screamed like Naruko."
"Pffft, hahaha!" Naruko choked on her own spit and burst out laughing, louder than anyone.
The laughter helped ease the tension, though the girls still felt a bit embarrassed, sneaking glances at Akira's torso peeking out from under the water. Kushina and Mikoto, on the other hand, weren't shy at all - their eyes shamelessly drifted lower, taking in the view of his bare, muscular chest.
"So, what did she want?" Naruko asked, finally catching her breath.
"Well, turns out not all the signs were put up - especially the ones that should've been outside the changing rooms." The girls accepted this explanation without question. If it had been anyone else, they probably wouldn't have let him off with just a few indignant shouts.
"While I was chatting with Mikoto, I remembered - Mebuki was asking about you," Kushina chimed in.
"Mebuki… that's Sakura's mom, right?" Akira recalled an old conversation with Kushina.
"Look at that - Akira knows the names of every woman in Konoha," Mikoto teased.
"Oh, please," Akira waved her off. "I only know the names of all the beautiful women in Konoha - that's different. And I only know about Mebuki-san because Kushina told me."
"All the beautiful ones, huh?" Kushina smirked. "So who are they?" she asked, unable to hide her curiosity.
"Well… let's see." Akira stretched out his hand, folding down a finger for each name. "Ayumi, Ayame, Kurenai, Anko, and… Hayana."
"And to think, you used to complain you'd only met two beautiful women in the whole village," Mikoto quipped.
"Exactly!" Akira nodded with a serious face. "And I still complain - nothing's changed. Just because a woman is beautiful doesn't mean she's truly wonderful." And while the women were still processing the unexpected compliment, Akira made sure not to leave anyone out, just in case someone might hold a grudge.
"But either way, Konoha has a bright future. I can already see three potentially wonderful women right here." His answer was met with three sweet smiles, their eyes doing their best to pretend he wasn't talking about them.
"Smooth talker - you can tell he's a writer," Mikoto said, finally shaking off her embarrassment.
"By the way, when are you going to publish the next part of your book?" Kushina asked.
"I'm thinking in about a month. The publisher's barely keeping up with demand right now," Akira replied thoughtfully.
The girls immediately asked him to set aside a copy for them when it went on sale.
"Though, for the first month, the book will only be sold at my future bookstore. Once the initial rush is over, I'll drop the price so low that no one will bother buying it anywhere else, heh." Akira could feel his inner Jewish-clan kekkei genkai awakening.
Remembering the underwear he'd glimpsed in the changing room, the only man in the hot spring grimaced a little.
"Yeah, there are bras, panties too, but… there's just no real sexiness to them. I doubt there's anything more seductive for women in Konoha - lacy panties are probably just a dream. There's no Victoria's Secret here, everything's sold in bulk at the fabric and clothing shops. Hmmm…"
"Don't worry about the book - I'll give each of you a copy. And Mikoto, I'll have a special gift for you if you let me rent some land in the district," Akira said, drawing out the intrigue.
*Though, giving them underwear directly would be beyond stupid,* he thought.
"Rent land?" Kushina turned to her friend.
"He wants me to open up the district and let him use the empty houses to expand his business," Mikoto explained, looking a bit tired.
"But you're already planning to open another restaurant in Tanzaku. Why expand even more?" Kushina asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, next week I'll be in Tanzaku for the official opening of the second McDonald's. As for expanding… with the way things are now, the Uchiha clan won't recover for a long time, so I want to help by opening more businesses in the district. For me, it's extra income, and for the clan, it's good passive revenue. Plus, if any clan members want to work, I'll gladly give them jobs with great conditions. I even offered a share of the profits as a tax for any inconvenience," Akira explained calmly.
"And besides, I doubt I'll find this much good land in one place anywhere else in Konoha. Everything's already been bought up, and I have no desire to run all over the village from one district to another." For Akira, the Uchiha district was the perfect solution.
"I'm still thinking about it," Mikoto began. "Opening up the district and your proposal would really make life easier for us, but I can't rush a decision like that. The clan wouldn't understand - I need to slowly get them used to the idea of such changes. And the wounds are still fresh. People can't just watch their relatives' or neighbors' homes turn into busy places."
"I'm not rushing you. As clan head, you know best what your people need and when," Akira reassured her.
"Pff, I don't get what's so special about all this money, business and all that," Naruko said, slapping the water with her hands. "Once I become Hokage, I won't have to worry about money at all. It'll be simple, dattebayo."
"Itachi, remind me - what's the Hokage's salary?" Akira asked with a smile.
"As far as I know… the daimyo set it at 300,000 ryo a month for the Hokage's personal expenses, about fifteen years ago."
"Haha, see, Akira-san? With that kind of money, I could eat a hundred bowls of ramen every day and still have enough left to feed you all sweets until you burst!" Naruko was thrilled with her "business plan."
"Not to brag, but I've been in Konoha less than five months, and I already have just over forty million ryo in the bank - and as you can see, I'm not wearing the Hokage's hat," Akira said calmly.
Jaws dropped all around.
"Onee-san, is that a lot?" Sasuke whispered to her older sister.
"That's what a jonin would earn for about twenty-five S-rank missions," Itachi answered, not bothering to keep her voice down.
Naruko and Sasuke both knew S-rank missions were the toughest in the village, given only to the most capable shinobi, and could sometimes last for years.
"And Akira doesn't even risk his life," Kushina added.
*I'd argue with you on that one,* Akira thought to himself.
"So… Akira-san, you just sit at home all day, sipping tea, and make more than the best shinobi in the village?" Naruko blinked in disbelief. For her, that was unimaginable.
"Dobé, that's why you need to study hard, not sleep through class," Sasuke explained.
"Well… I can't say for sure, but I probably don't make much less," Akira replied with a smile.
The conversation gradually shifted to missions. Naruko excitedly talked about how she'd crush all her enemies after graduation, while Itachi, in contrast, told how she'd spent her first month doing nothing but farm work with her team. Kushina and Mikoto, to the delight of their audience, shared stories about some of their more interesting or funny missions.
Like the time a client asked them to deliver a package to the Land of Snow, but the person who filed the mission mixed up the Land of Snow and the Land of Frost. So they spent two weeks in the Land of Frost, fruitlessly searching for a certain Mr. Homoto, whom no one had ever heard of.
After a while, Akira started to feel like he was overheating. Unlike the locals, he wasn't used to sitting in hot springs for long. The water felt like it was trying to melt his bones, but after another ten minutes, his body finally started to adjust.
"Huh? That smell… am I the only one who notices it?" Naruko suddenly asked.
"That's Akira's cologne," Kushina recognized the scent right away.
"You put on cologne after washing?" Mikoto gave Akira a strange look.
"Yeah, sometimes Akira-san smells like that - it's really nice," Naruko nodded, twitching her nose.
Itachi and Sasuke both nodded in agreement.
"What kind of cologne is it? It smells way better than mine. Is it from the Land of Grass or Tea?" Mikoto asked Akira.
"Don't bother - I've asked him twice, and every time he says it's just regular soap. He doesn't want to share his supplier," Kushina complained.
Seeing five annoyed and curious faces all staring at him, Akira sighed and said, "Honestly, it's just how my sweat smells."
"…," said Mikoto.
"…," echoed Kushina.
Naruko, without even getting out of the water, scooted over to Akira and quickly, but gently, wiped a couple drops of sweat from his shoulder.
"It's true! That's what his sweat smells like," she announced after sniffing her fingers.
Even so, the others didn't believe it and came closer to check for themselves.
"Weird," Kushina said.
"Is that even possible?" Mikoto wondered.
"Sweat with such a distinct scent could cause problems on missions," Itachi analyzed.
"It even tastes nice, though it's a bit salty."
Seeing everyone absentmindedly tasting "him," Akira smacked his forehead.
Sasuke was the first to shyly move away, realizing how their behavior must have looked from the outside.
****
An hour later, when the hot water had everyone feeling a bit lightheaded, they all returned to Mikoto's house. Aika and Snezhok, thankfully, were just drooling in their sleep.
To make sure the sweets didn't go to waste, they set up a proper tea party in the living room, filled with idle chatter. Sasuke and Naruko, not interested in boring conversations, played with Aika and Snezhok.
Soon, everyone noticed the two girls had fallen asleep, cuddling their furry companions.
Itachi was barely holding back a yawn. Akira realized that staying another hour would be too much, so he decisively suggested they wrap up the evening.
With a dull thud, four bottles of sake landed on the table.
Itachi, now an official shinobi, had long been considered an adult, so no one batted an eye when Akira poured her a drink.
Unlike Tsunade, none of the women in the room were known for their tolerance to strong alcohol, so it didn't take long for the sake to hit everyone in different ways.
For Itachi, the high proof had a loosening effect:
"I was completely useless. I thought I could support my father - yeah, right… I only got in the way and even gave him a serious wound when I fell for Shisui's eyes," she said, dropping her head.
"Itachi-chan, I've told you - he died from chakra exhaustion, not his wounds. Even I, joining the fight at the end, was half drained just battling him," Kushina reassured her.
"Still, the three of us could've handled it more easily, maybe even saved the fourth elder. So many people died…" Feeling her mother's hand on her shoulder, Itachi started to cry as she was gently comforted.
"There, there, we did all we could." By unanimous vote, they opened another bottle, and once the sad mood had lifted, Kushina suddenly exclaimed:
"Oh! Akira, you asked me to seal that thing for the game. I think we could try it out now." With that, Kushina pulled a wide, meter-and-a-half roll of white fabric from her scroll.
"That's right, I'd forgotten," Akira nodded.
*Actually, I just never found the right moment to remind you - looks like you wanted to cheer everyone up a bit,* he thought, watching as Kushina unrolled the fabric under the curious eyes of Itachi and Mikoto.
"What's this?" everyone asked, eyeing the colored circles on the fabric.
"Twister," Akira announced, and started explaining the rules.
A few minutes later, everyone nodded, agreeing it sounded fun.
"But one question - who's going to decide which limb goes on which circle?" Kushina asked.
"I'm glad you asked," Akira said with a smile. He stepped onto the rectangular cloth, channeled chakra into it, and revealed a fuin in the center.
Kushina immediately dropped to all fours to study the fuin. It wasn't too complicated, so she quickly figured out how it worked.
"Interesting… after the chakra input, there are four branches with no conditions, so the chakra, not knowing where to go, picks a random branch. Each branch is assigned a kanji for a color, which shows up in a separate cell, and from there, the chakra splits again, picking a random limb and displaying it in another cell."
Placing her hand on the fabric, Kushina channeled chakra, and just above the fuin, the kanji for "Sea" and "Left Hand" appeared. As soon as she stopped, the symbols vanished. She repeated the process a few more times to check the randomness, then laughed and patted Akira on the shoulder.
"Knew it - you've got a natural mind for fuinjutsu."
"Not fuinjutsu - programming. And not natural, just drilled into me by four years of university," Akira thought.
"But we'll have to change clothes - it'll be impossible to play in these, we'll just rip them," Akira said, gathering his now-dry hair into a ponytail. [ image ]

The women and girls, who'd been staring at Akira with glazed eyes, snapped out of it.
"So, do you want to play?" Akira asked.
"Huh? Yeah, yeah. Mikoto, do you have anything in your closet?" Kushina immediately turned to her friend.
****
Honestly, I underestimated my opponents. Shinobi aren't just super strong and fast - they're flexible too. With my "barely can do the splits," all I could do was nervously watch the gymnastic miracles happening in front of me.
But Twister has one great feature - the more moves you make, the harder it gets. Not only do your own limits get in the way, but so do everyone else's limbs. At first, they tried not to press up against each other or me, but by the thirty-ninth move, there was no choice. Sure, you could give up at any time, but who wants to be the first to lose? Thanks to the sake, everyone got really into it.
Honestly, I had only one goal - not to get knocked out right away. I had no hope of winning, and didn't care, but staying pressed up against these gorgeous bodies as long as possible felt like my sacred duty. But…
"Akira-san, right foot, blue circle," Itachi called out, who was the most comfortable right now, reading the fuin.
I was closest to losing!
Okay, calm down, let's see if there's a free blue circle.
I was on a bridge, so my view was pretty limited, and on the right, Kushina was taking up almost the whole blue row. Still, I spotted the only free blue circle - it was under Kushina.
"Kushina, you'll need to lift up a bit," I told her.
"If you don't fall trying to move your leg," she laughed.
She was right - my right foot was on a far yellow circle, and to move it, I had to get past Kushina's right leg. Luckily, I managed, but I had to lift my leg a meter higher and bring it closer to myself, which meant bending my back even more.
"Akira, I think something just cracked," Mikoto said helpfully, who was also pretty comfortable to my left, half-bent over and leaning on her hands.
"That's just my hopes of winning shattering," I croaked, finally moving my leg, which was now pressing its knee into Kushina's stomach.
"Kushina-san, right hand, green circle," Itachi said, standing with her back to us, bent sideways in a bridge.
As soon as I realized where she'd have to move her hand, I knew the real fun was about to start. To reach the green row, which was to my left, Kushina had to get past me and a whole row.
"Looks like we have our first loser. Kushina, ready for your penalty?" Mikoto asked, barely holding back laughter.
"Not a chance. Akira, don't you dare fall," Kushina said, lifting herself up and reaching over me for the green circle. I was definitely in her way. She hesitated for a second, then went for it, and suddenly I felt the weight of two soft spheres and her warm breath on my neck.
She tried to shift her body so she wasn't pressing her chest against me so much, but she forgot one thing - actually, two. First, she was pressing against me with her whole body, not just her chest. Second… I'm not impotent. And she realized that pretty quickly. I don't know how thin those stretchy pants were, but she had to feel my erection between her thighs, dangerously close to her crotch. She froze.
"Mom, left hand, blue circle," Mikoto said, easily moving her hand to where Kushina's had just been. From her position, she was only pressing her right hip against my left arm.
"I've got yellow circle, left leg," Itachi said, moving her leg just one circle over.
A genius! I'm sure she even calculated all the moves in Twister to make it easy for herself.
"Akira-san, left hand, green circle."
"Damn!" In a bridge position, balancing on two hands, it was tough to keep my balance with one hand, especially now that Kushina was putting most of her weight on me. Mikoto helpfully straightened her arm, lifting her waist and giving me room to reach the free circle. My body was under a lot of strain, every muscle stretched tight as a string.
"Kushina-san, right leg, green circle."
Kushina's right leg was already on a green circle, so moving it shouldn't have been a problem - except… to move her leg closer to the center, she'd have to slide her body higher up on me, putting my face dangerously close to her chest. If she moved her leg further, her body would slide ten centimeters lower, and my erection would be pressed right up against her.
So, what'll it be, Kushina? Press your chest near my face in front of your friend, or deal with a different kind of discomfort? Your choice.
The pleasant, warm pressure wrapping around part of my erection was my answer.
"Mom, left leg, red circle," Itachi said calmly.
At that moment, I barely managed not to burst out laughing.
"Back to you, Mikoto-chan - giving up?" Kushina grinned, her laughter a bit shaky.
"Pff." Mikoto snorted and, lifting her left leg high, swung it over my head. Now my head was almost surrounded by Mikoto's thighs, her butt nearly pressed to my face, and my eyes level with her crotch, clearly outlined by her tight pants.
"Hmmm, green circle, left leg. Sorry for the inconvenience, Kushina-san." I had no idea what inconvenience Kushina was supposed to have, but I didn't care. The faint scent of womanhood drifting my way was making my head spin, and Kushina was still pressing her curves against my erection. No need to think - just enjoy the moment.
"Oh," Kushina gasped as she was nudged.
I turned my head to see what was happening, and saw Itachi struggling to reach the green circle with her toe. Every time she stretched her leg further, she pushed Kushina's body forward a bit.
"Try from here… no, move your body a bit more to the side," Kushina said, turning her head to help Itachi. With every suggestion, our bodies shifted, creating some very interesting friction in some very interesting places.
Alright, enough of that - time to get back to admiring the masterpiece called "Peach in a Trap."
I turned my head back, ready to take a closer look, when suddenly, with a jolt, everything went dark.
That warmth, that softness, that familiar dampness… I quickly tried to pull my head back, but another jolt pressed my mouth and nose right into a truly amazing spot.
In that position, I counted fourteen bumps. At that point, I was hoping it would last forever, but suddenly the room went completely dark.
"Oh," Itachi's voice said, and the pressure on my body doubled. I was already barely holding on, and when Itachi fell on me, I lost all strength.
Kushina, who'd been lying on top of me, fell too, as did Itachi, and Mikoto, whose legs I'd knocked out from under her.
"Looks like the power's out," Itachi's voice said in the darkness.
"Go look for candles in the kitchen," Mikoto said, who was now… sitting on my face.
"On it…" came her sleepy reply.
From what I could tell, the living room was pitch black - must've been a real power outage.
"Is everyone okay?" I asked, my muffled voice making Mikoto shiver a little.
Yeah, her crotch, through her pants, was pressed right up against my lips.
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"No, but I can't see a thing. I'll try to get up," Kushina said. The pressure on my groin disappeared for a second, then came back.
"Oh, my hair's stuck. Let me try to get it out."
And for some reason, that required her to move her hips. Quite a lot, actually.
"I told you, you should've tied your hair back. Too bad the power went out right in the middle of the game. I wonder which department handles the electrical grid?" I started rambling. I can be a chatterbox even when I'm sober, and with a woman on my face and a few drinks in me… well, it's just nice to know that every word makes her shiver, and Kushina, bless her, was grinding away, making it even better for both of us. [ image ]

****
"Where are those damn candles?" Itachi grumbled for the umpteenth time, searching every corner of the kitchen.
"Can't see a thing! I've been looking for twenty minutes - if only I could see in the dark… ugh, I really shouldn't drink anymore." With her Sharingan activated, Itachi had no trouble finding the box of candles.
Returning to the living room with the only source of light, Itachi silently took in the scene: Akira, fast asleep, with Kushina lying on top of him, smiling in her sleep with her head on his chest, and Mikoto sprawled on the fabric next to them, one leg thrown over his neck.
Looking around, she saw Naruko and Sasuke curled up on the tatami, hugging their furry companions. After standing there for a while, Itachi sighed, found a warm spot next to her mother's back, and lay down to sleep on the floor.
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